This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

But you hate them navel kisses

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Of the book of your life

Take her back to where i live

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Of being of always getting wired

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil