This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Guess that means you can never be mine

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Thoughts of immortality

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And i been all around the world

Of being of always getting wired

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Out of this coviction of feelings

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

We magnetizing the ghetto

Return of the king of flow