This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

So let's have a toast, everything fine

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Cause america the terror of,

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free