This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Top of my pile of bodies

Right flows down and they might go nice

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The good kid from the ugly city

Thoughts of immortality

See boy she been in love

Of potential cases