This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Return of the king of flow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Beaches of normandy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Cause america the terror of,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

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

Feeling, of appealing

Money ain't a thing