This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Thoughts of immortality

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

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

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Cause america the terror of,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Of being of always getting wired

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard