This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of immortality

I'mma drop you off home quickly

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

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

I think found where your mind was

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

We don't ever make love

Of potential cases