This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

At your best you might

Out of mind out of sight

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Or know them testament verses

Of potential cases

Ships that sail to distant places

Of which im not exactly proud of,