This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Beaches of normandy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I was born to do the damn thing

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

No wonder why when times get hard

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts