This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Don't want to be the king

Feeling, of appealing

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Return of the king of flow

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

So i guess that's where i hide my things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine