This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of immortality

Oh girl now don't be silly

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five