This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

See boy she been in love

Of potential cases

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of immortality

Let me rideuntil i get free

Beaches of normandy.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Top of my pile of bodies

That'll do anything that i please

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Of which im not exactly proud of,

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,