This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

The things im most scared of

So let 'em chase love

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Top of my pile of bodies

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Out of this coviction of feelings

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far