This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of mind out of sight

And girl you damn right

Return of the king of flow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Of the book of your life