This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

That's the window into the sky

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Return of the king of flow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of potential cases

And panned out, i'm all in love

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

Of which im not exactly proud of,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential