This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Thoughts of immortality

It's no longer a new jack city

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Cause america the terror of,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Of being of always getting wired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.