This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

All we need is convienient love

Of potential cases

Although thought that we would grow

Return of the king of flow

Of the book of your life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Money ain't a thing

Feeling, of appealing

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Niggas talk with limited service

Raybands...hide the face of,

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit