This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

That would be enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

Return of the king of flow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Of being of always getting wired

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Ships that sail to distant places

Of potential cases

Feeling, of appealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

That's the window into the sky

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai