This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Cause america the terror of,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing

Not only had the fiend died

Out of mind out of sight

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Raybands...hide the face of,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one