This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

Thought this was forever love

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

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

I work hard for everything i get

Beaches of normandy.

And now that i’m getting money

Let my angel sing

Feeling, of appealing

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go like i never seen a red light shine