This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Of being of always getting wired

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Here i go again, falling in love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of potential cases

Got that deep love

Welcome to organized crime

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Niggas talk with limited service

Raybands...hide the face of,

Thoughts of immortality

Lord knows you've been busy

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life