This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

See, and now life seem hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel

I'm breathing for a purpose

Cause america the terror of,

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

We don't ever make love

Of potential cases

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie