This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Out of mind out of sight

Which you know i'm different, right

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Out of this coviction of feelings

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips