This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

It ain't nothing though

Return of the king of flow

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly