This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

And panned out, i'm all in love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

But if i die tonight

Out of mind out of sight

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Is you big enough

The things im most scared of

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine