This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

See, and now life seem hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Of potential cases

Couple grand when i rock the night

Out of mind out of sight

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run