This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

She going to borrow some money

Beaches of normandy.

Is there any love

Of potential cases

Of being of always getting wired

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

King of the va, off of those toxins.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks