This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

And what i done just ain't enough

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Of being of always getting wired

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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