This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Of being of always getting wired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Of potential cases

We don't ever make love

Now them broads gon' follow

Return of the king of flow

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz