This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Return of the king of flow

Scab, fix up look shop joe

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings

King of the va, off of those toxins.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Of potential cases

I think found where your mind was

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks