This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

February cold as my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

She can make a pimp fall in love

The things im most scared of

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Wale dc said we on joe

Return of the king of flow

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

We don't ever make love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far