This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Beaches of normandy.

What them tippers don't see

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Out of mind out of sight

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live