This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Been a star since i was back in one time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Cause america the terror of,

And i need you to show me love

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

Your heart was false just like the words you said

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Questioning the whole meaning

Feeling, of appealing

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life