This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Got a nigga seein things

The things im most scared of

And i can't help but notice

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Raybands...hide the face of,

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Shit, see that thing there was mine

You haven't flowered loco

Return of the king of flow