This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

Raybands...hide the face of,

Here i go again, searching for love

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

King of the va, off of those toxins.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thoughts of immortality

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead