This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You got that indie glow

Return of the king of flow

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands

Thoughts of immortality

The good kid from the ugly city

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

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Or now they don't praise enough

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,