This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Money ain't a thing

Feeling, of appealing

Of potential cases

See boy she been in love

I be ballin, they wonder why

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Return of the king of flow

Turning to ground zero

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will