This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Raybands...hide the face of,

I'm breathing for a purpose

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Return of the king of flow

Shades: lv was a little dough

Feeling, of appealing

Tell them niggas they sleeping

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense