This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of being of always getting wired

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Beaches of normandy.

Looking at your money

Top of my pile of bodies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Return of the king of flow

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard