This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

And what i done just ain't enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

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

Where i'm from they is ruthless

The things im most scared of

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Thoughts of immortality

Ye too, but what em did was silly