This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Is there any love

The things im most scared of

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Feeling, of appealing

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why