This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

See boy she been in love

The things im most scared of

Cause america the terror of,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

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

Out of this coviction of feelings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Of potential cases

Inferior, but i'm nice

Top of my pile of bodies