This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of potential cases