This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Top of my pile of bodies

As much as i wanna leave

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Where i'm from they is ruthless

I be gettin' money

Beaches of normandy.

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Of being of always getting wired

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

In the lambo looking like a fly