This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Always strap so i was alright

Out of mind out of sight

Feeling, of appealing

But he don't rule a thing

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

Top of my pile of bodies

Thoughts of immortality

Oh girl now don't be silly

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Had i not been exposed to these things

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,