This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Top of my pile of bodies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Took me a while just to write those

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of being of always getting wired

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

That's why i'm makin' money

Beaches of normandy.

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Cause america the terror of,

Lady g, willy b in time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.