This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Now everybody put your hands up high

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

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

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Cause america the terror of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of potential cases

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes