This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Of being of always getting wired

Maybe we just need to slow

Return of the king of flow

Took my heart away from money

Beaches of normandy.

Raybands...hide the face of,

And now it's clear as this promise

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I can teach you all the sounds of love