This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Thought this was forever love

The things im most scared of

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Out of mind out of sight

Which you know i'm different, right

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits