This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Top of my pile of bodies

As much as i wanna leave

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I wouldn't be famous

The things im most scared of

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Rub the wood and ima show em love