This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Or now they don't praise enough

Cause america the terror of,

Is there any love

Of potential cases

Feeling, of appealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

My ambition to blow

Return of the king of flow