This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

Shades: lv was a little dough

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Is you big enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Of being of always getting wired

Thoughts of immortality

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

You know i want a piece of that pie