This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Been a star since i was back in one time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Guess they ran out of options

I was born to do the damn thing

Feeling, of appealing

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Hop off the bus

Of potential cases

Return of the king of flow

This shit ain't nothing new though