This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

Ships that sail to distant places

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Thoughts of immortality

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

It's just textbook stuff

Raybands...hide the face of,

I'm rolling down the window

Return of the king of flow

The things im most scared of

But you hate them navel kisses

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

She say she love me more than anything

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes