This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Return of the king of flow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Out of mind out of sight

But we having sex tonight

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything