This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Thoughts of immortality

For years like their degree

Out of this coviction of feelings

Not king james, these were coke kings

I’ll be back on the same night

Out of mind out of sight

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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