This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

The time is now, on everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Thoughts of immortality

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Of the book of your life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Of being of always getting wired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Raybands...hide the face of,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Cause some of you bitches funny

Beaches of normandy.

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one