This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Feeling, of appealing

Let my angel sing

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Cause america the terror of,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I shine like something in the sky

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

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

So if i do call it's just a check

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

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