This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Out of mind out of sight

Get the ass shots right

Thoughts of immortality

Mama made her pretty

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Hate it when i leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Feeling, of appealing