This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Of potential cases

Got that deep love

And losin all his money

Beaches of normandy.

Raybands...hide the face of,

Wood chain with a jesus

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And just in time your head is mine

Out of this coviction of feelings

Destined to win, get respect where i live