This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Feeling, of appealing

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Out of mind out of sight

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

That scary love, never get married love

Cause america the terror of,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Of potential cases

Hop in and let me test drive

Of the book of your life