This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Mm got the masses

Of potential cases

Out of mind out of sight

But i gotta make sure i’m right

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

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

We was high school peers, in junior high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Of being of always getting wired

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Cause america the terror of,

Beaches of normandy.

I be gettin' money