This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Top of my pile of bodies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

And just in time your head is mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Feeling, of appealing

I'm the sushi king

And men'll chase love

The things im most scared of