This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Out of mind out of sight

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

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

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything