This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Not king james, these were coke kings

Out of this coviction of feelings

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Thoughts of immortality

But five years from now i bet she see

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Thought this was forever love

Of potential cases

Cause america the terror of,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Feeling, of appealing

Bun b, i’m underground king