This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Return of the king of flow

Hope you heard that intro

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing