This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Wood chain with a jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Cause there could never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Or the chick leaving

Feeling, of appealing

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Cause america the terror of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense