This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Raybands...hide the face of,

I feel my work ain't enough

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start

Of the book of your life

I need a backyard full court size

I'm breathing for a purpose

The things im most scared of

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none