This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Is there any love

The things im most scared of

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years