This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

The things im most scared of

She can make a pimp fall in love

Return of the king of flow

Ran outside to see the big show

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Know it good when she go no hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

So while you worry about the hoes

Feeling, of appealing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them