This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I think found where your mind was

The things im most scared of

They lying on they jimmy

Thoughts of immortality

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Return of the king of flow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Of potential cases

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

And please never disrespect my set

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