This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Feeling, of appealing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Chasing money in the city of crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Of potential cases

I wouldn't be famous