This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And the v12, that's on various trips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Of being of always getting wired

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

That would be enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Thoughts of immortality

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Of potential cases