This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause some of you bitches funny

Beaches of normandy.

The things im most scared of

Is you big enough

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Had i not been exposed to these things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Cause america the terror of,

That scary love, never get married love

Of potential cases

She can make a pimp fall in love

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes