This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Return of the king of flow

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I do the right thing

Feeling, of appealing

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

If you ain't about money

Beaches of normandy.