This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of immortality

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Raybands...hide the face of,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Out of mind out of sight

Focus let me show you the light

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

King of the va, off of those toxins.

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Bad bitches never loved them though

Return of the king of flow