This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of mind out of sight

So please step aside

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

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

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

Money ain't a thing

Feeling, of appealing

Out of this coviction of feelings

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Top of my pile of bodies

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,