This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

And what i done just ain't enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Of potential cases

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

On they twitter writing novels, see

Thoughts of immortality

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Guess they ran out of options

King of the va, off of those toxins.