This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Out of mind out of sight

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Raybands...hide the face of,