This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

Ass shots is a plus

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I never fit in with them light skins

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

But you hate them navel kisses

Raybands...hide the face of,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Of potential cases

Is there any love