This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of which im not exactly proud of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Of potential cases

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

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

The things im most scared of

Cause this nigga done got jealous

It's just textbook stuff

Raybands...hide the face of,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead