This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You know i be teasing, though

Return of the king of flow

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Cause my thing something vicious

Of which im not exactly proud of,

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,