This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Out of this coviction of feelings

Got a nigga seein things

Raybands...hide the face of,

That will be enough

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Of the book of your life

I need a backyard full court size

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Of being of always getting wired

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done