This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Always knew where the pot was

Raybands...hide the face of,

For years like their degree

Thoughts of immortality

Ships that sail to distant places

Of potential cases

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Cause america the terror of,