This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

And if i want to go outside

Out of mind out of sight

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Beaches of normandy.

And losin all his money

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts