This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

Niggas say i'm loco

Return of the king of flow

Hop off the bus

Of potential cases

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

Out of mind out of sight

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Of being of always getting wired

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst