This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You other brothers can’t deny

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of mind out of sight

Cause another innocent died

Of being of always getting wired

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

So here i am at the store for some chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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