This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Of potential cases

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Return of the king of flow

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Couple grand when i rock the night

Out of mind out of sight

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Your friends say, why we not together yet

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