This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Return of the king of flow

No, just put us on death row

And panned out, i'm all in love

Of potential cases

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

Beaches of normandy.

Looking at your money

And i need you to show me love

Cause america the terror of,