This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Of the book of your life

Five shots she ready to leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Out of mind out of sight

And girl you damn right

Beaches of normandy.

Dc, man over money