This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

And just in time your head is mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Welcome to organized crime

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

The things im most scared of

All we need is convienient love

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental