This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Top of my pile of bodies

Of potential cases

Ass shots is a plus

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Return of the king of flow

It ain't nothing though

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry