This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Top of my pile of bodies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Had i not been exposed to these things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

We don't ever make love

Of potential cases

Of the book of your life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Out of this coviction of feelings

Destined to win, get respect where i live