This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Thoughts of immortality

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Of being of always getting wired

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Return of the king of flow

Maybe we just need to slow

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.