This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

So let 'em chase love

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Guess they ran out of options

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

February cold as my heart

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one