This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Cause america the terror of,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Of potential cases

Hop off the bus

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

At your best you might

Out of mind out of sight

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

February cold as my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

She likes the way it hits her lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.