This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

See boy she been in love

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

And please never disrespect my set

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five