This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Guess that means you can never be mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Of being of always getting wired

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

That scary love, never get married love

Cause america the terror of,

Cause we been off them slave ships

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Return of the king of flow

This prada make me shallow