This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

4-3... yea, remember that please

Top of my pile of bodies

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Thoughts of immortality

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

They say nothings ever free

Beaches of normandy.

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Cause america the terror of,

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,