This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

See boy she been in love

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

That will be enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Like a small garage in your backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips