This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Ha, in your loophole though

Return of the king of flow

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Out of mind out of sight

Get the ass shots right

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears