This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

But you hate them navel kisses

It's no longer a new jack city

Thoughts of immortality

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Top of my pile of bodies

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Beaches of normandy.