This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Raybands...hide the face of,

She can make a pimp fall in love

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Let's have a toast for this new love

Of potential cases

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Return of the king of flow

Then take it down slow