This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Out of mind out of sight

Time ain't on her side

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Cause america the terror of,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.

Just let it chill joe

Return of the king of flow