This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Mm got the masses

Of potential cases

Chasing money in the city of crime

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands

Top of my pile of bodies

Hate it when i leave

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips