This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

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

She going to borrow some money

Beaches of normandy.

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Raybands...hide the face of,

Cause my thing something vicious

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

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

Look how the buzz will grow

Return of the king of flow