This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

It ain't nothing though

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Always knew where the pot was

Raybands...hide the face of,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

Of potential cases

On the slow jam of love

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Out of this coviction of feelings