This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

See boy she been in love

Of potential cases

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Out of mind out of sight

So i guess that's where i hide my things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And just in time your head is mine

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Of being of always getting wired