This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Raybands...hide the face of,

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

The things im most scared of

But i guess that shit's just tough love