This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thought this was forever love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Had i not been exposed to these things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of the book of your life

Take her back to where i live

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Top of my pile of bodies

The things im most scared of

Wood chain with a jesus

Out of this coviction of feelings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips