This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Cause america the terror of,

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

The things im most scared of

All we need is convienient love

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of potential cases

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Let me rideuntil i get free

Beaches of normandy.

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime