This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Return of the king of flow

Like curses on the radio

If you ain't about money

Beaches of normandy.

Been a star since i was back in one time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

We hustle to survive

Of the book of your life

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense