This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

Cause america the terror of,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

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

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

And what i done just ain't enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

Of potential cases

Pocket racked up all big faces

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

You know that love is a very serious thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing