This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Of potential cases

The way she walks and causes a fuss

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Maybe we just need to slow

Return of the king of flow

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Of being of always getting wired

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

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

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit