This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Top of my pile of bodies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Of potential cases

That's why i shine like i does

Raybands...hide the face of,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of the book of your life

I just shake dice

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.