This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Of the book of your life

Hop in and let me test drive

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I like my girls smart, skinny

Thoughts of immortality

Your heart was false just like the words you said

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