This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

The things im most scared of

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Top of my pile of bodies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

She likes the way it hits her lips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of potential cases

And i need you to show me love

Cause america the terror of,

My criteria ain't even that serious

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit