This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Now this is what i call an evening

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Cause america the terror of,

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Or know them testament verses

The things im most scared of

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.