This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Thoughts of immortality

While i'm making history

Return of the king of flow

Get you high, keep it on the low

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Take her back to where i live

Out of this coviction of feelings

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

And please never disrespect my set

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Out of mind out of sight

Cause i feel its right