This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

She likes the way it hits her lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Or know them testament verses

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

These haters hope i hurry up and die

The things im most scared of

Is you big enough

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential