This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Or know them testament verses

Raybands...hide the face of,

I came up hungry

Beaches of normandy.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Out of mind out of sight

Not only had the fiend died

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Chasing money in the city of crime

Of potential cases

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Cause america the terror of,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential