This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You haven't flowered loco

Return of the king of flow

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

That's the window into the sky

Ships that sail to distant places

Of potential cases

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

We getting money, you can face the facts

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense