This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

She likes the way it hits her lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

Know it good when she go no hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Of being of always getting wired

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Raybands...hide the face of,

It's just textbook stuff

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings