This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

The things im most scared of

But you hate them navel kisses

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

Took me a while just to write those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Of potential cases

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Guess they ran out of options

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Just the perfect time, just to master mine