This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

What's the deal with the nets though

Return of the king of flow

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Like a small garage in your backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Out of mind out of sight

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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