This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

And losin all his money

Beaches of normandy.

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

I think found where your mind was

The things im most scared of

And just in time your head is mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Of which im not exactly proud of,