This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

So if you wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Out of this coviction of feelings

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Return of the king of flow

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.