This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

You reflect in this heart of mine

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

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

Then i said i had enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of being of always getting wired

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Or now they don't praise enough

The things im most scared of