This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Beaches of normandy.

It ain't hard to make money

Raybands...hide the face of,

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Although thought that we would grow

Return of the king of flow

And now these hoes are on my line

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,