This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Return of the king of flow

Of which im not exactly proud of,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of potential cases

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Wood chain with a jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Thoughts of immortality

I like my girls smart, skinny

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips