This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

She say she love me more than anything

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Raybands...hide the face of,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

You reflect in this heart of mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Just another product of this matrix

Questioning the whole meaning

Feeling, of appealing

Out of this coviction of feelings

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live