This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

Cause there'll never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

It's just textbook stuff

The things im most scared of

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Thoughts of immortality

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I think found where your mind was

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Raybands...hide the face of,

And what i done just ain't enough

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So here i am at the store for some chips