This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Of the book of your life

Of being of always getting wired

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Is there any love

Of potential cases

Beaches of normandy.

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon