This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

Where i'm from they is ruthless

And i need you to show me love

Cause america the terror of,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Top of my pile of bodies

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Of being of always getting wired

Out of mind out of sight

Which you know i'm different, right