This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Thoughts of immortality

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

The things im most scared of

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Top of my pile of bodies

Credit card late fees

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,