This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Cause america the terror of,

I feel my work ain't enough

Summertime in the city

Thoughts of immortality