This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

She likes the way it hits her lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Guess that means you can never be mine

Here i go again, falling in love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Of being of always getting wired

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard