This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

That's the window into the sky

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Of being of always getting wired

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

The things im most scared of

We don't ever make love

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes