This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Of potential cases

Is there any love

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Out of this coviction of feelings

Out of mind out of sight

I got plans tonight

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Cause america the terror of,