This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And now it's clear as this promise

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Raybands...hide the face of,

Then i said i had enough

You shook my world and it felt apart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

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

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Beaches of normandy.

Took my heart away from money

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred