This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Cause america the terror of,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces