This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Thought this was forever love

Of potential cases

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Niggas talk with limited service

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Must be a lady in tha light

Out of mind out of sight

Thoughts of immortality

This is like riding through the city

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.