This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Five shots she ready to leave

Top of my pile of bodies