This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I feel my work ain't enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Of being of always getting wired

I’ll be back on the same night

Out of mind out of sight

And this will be the song that we sing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Look how the buzz will grow

Return of the king of flow

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense