This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Out of this coviction of feelings

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Feeling, of appealing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I feel my work ain't enough

Raybands...hide the face of,

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

You know that love is a very serious thing