This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Of potential cases

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds