This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ships that sail to distant places

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

The things im most scared of

Niggas talk with limited service

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

I shine like something in the sky

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai