This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

At this love thing toe to toe

Return of the king of flow

Out of mind out of sight

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Out of this coviction of feelings

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips