This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Return of the king of flow

Get you high, keep it on the low

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

The things im most scared of

And now it's clear as this promise

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Raybands...hide the face of,

Then i said i had enough

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense