This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Of being of always getting wired

Get the ass shots right

Out of mind out of sight

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Thoughts of immortality

Summertime in the city

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing