This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I never fit in with them light skins

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands

You shook my world and it felt apart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Return of the king of flow

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Is you big enough

The things im most scared of