This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Of being of always getting wired

Beaches of normandy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Blasting out some backyard

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

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts