This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Of potential cases

The game of love

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Trust they seen enough

The things im most scared of

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.