This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Double m g forever though

Return of the king of flow

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Feeling, of appealing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Big homie hov said i am close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Of potential cases

So let 'em chase love

Hopin' that my niggas see

Beaches of normandy.