This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But check out how i roll mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Cause america the terror of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Feeling, of appealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Hopin' that my niggas see

Beaches of normandy.