This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Of being of always getting wired

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Thoughts of immortality

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit