This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Blasting out some backyard

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Niggas talk with limited service

The things im most scared of