This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

And i been all around the world

Of being of always getting wired

Let me put my funk on this one time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Beaches of normandy.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

One time for the 305, though

Return of the king of flow

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing