This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Of being of always getting wired

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Raybands...hide the face of,

I feel my work ain't enough

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

Let's have a toast for this new love

The things im most scared of