This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands

In the club like fuck it, though

Return of the king of flow

Five shots she ready to leave

Top of my pile of bodies

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Or know them testament verses

See i'm breathing for a purpose

The things im most scared of

Of potential cases

But i guess that shit's just tough love