This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of immortality

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Top of my pile of bodies

Got her going down, no teeth

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

3 times, show me your peace sign