This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Save some, save none at the same time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Top of my pile of bodies

4-3... yea, remember that please

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Niggas talk with limited service

Raybands...hide the face of,

Of potential cases

Mm got the masses

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

King of the va, off of those toxins.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Just know fame has a price, lose everything