This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Beaches of normandy.

Hey, must be the money

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'm doing the same thing

Feeling, of appealing

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one