This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

Feeling, of appealing

Why not me the same thing

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Out of this coviction of feelings

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

The things im most scared of

And men'll chase love

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts