This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Return of the king of flow

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Of which im not exactly proud of,

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Out of mind out of sight

Get ready to ignite