This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I miss you at my recent show

Return of the king of flow

Or know them testament verses

Raybands...hide the face of,

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Cause america the terror of,

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil