This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Thoughts of immortality

Cause america the terror of,

Here i go again, searching for love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Is you big enough

Of the book of your life

Then put it into sex drive

I was born to do the damn thing

Feeling, of appealing

Bad bitches never loved them though

Return of the king of flow