This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The time is now, on everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

I do the right thing

Feeling, of appealing

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Of potential cases

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs