This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Lady g, willy b in time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I shine like something in the sky

The things im most scared of

On the slow jam of love

Of being of always getting wired

And i been all around the world

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun