This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

This prada make me shallow

Return of the king of flow

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Beaches of normandy.

And losin all his money

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

And if i want to go outside

Out of mind out of sight

Of potential cases

That's why i shine like i does

Out of this coviction of feelings

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live