This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

Rub the wood and ima show em love

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Then put it into sex drive

Of the book of your life

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Bitch, they call it motor city

Thoughts of immortality

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai