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

Of being of always getting wired

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ships that sail to distant places

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Return of the king of flow

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

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing