This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

And now these hoes are on my line

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Raybands...hide the face of,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,