This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

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

And ask me how was my night

Out of mind out of sight

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

So while you worry about the hoes

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

A break from what you hearing

Feeling, of appealing

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

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