This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

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

Return of the king of flow

Silly bitches gon' follow

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Of being of always getting wired

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

You better get yours fore i reach mine