This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

Is there any love

Out of this coviction of feelings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Of being of always getting wired

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Thoughts of immortality

Like hoes down in magic city

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Had i not been exposed to these things

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Cause america the terror of,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough