This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ass shots is a plus

Of potential cases

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Time ain't on her side

Out of mind out of sight

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Cause america the terror of,

The long road to success is dangerous