This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Return of the king of flow

My nigga for life though

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Cause my thing something vicious

Cause america the terror of,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I was born to do the damn thing

Feeling, of appealing

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Of being of always getting wired

Of potential cases

Or know them testament verses