This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Ass shots is a plus

Of potential cases

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Always knew where the pot was

The things im most scared of

Hey, must be the money

Beaches of normandy.