This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

That's the window into the sky

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

And please never disrespect my set

Out of mind out of sight

And if i want to go outside

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Of being of always getting wired

Guess im ahead of my time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Return of the king of flow

But seemingly believe it though

Raybands...hide the face of,

We don't ever make love