This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Raybands...hide the face of,

We don't ever make love

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Out of mind out of sight

I be ballin, they wonder why

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And getting money is the song i sing

Out of this coviction of feelings

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since