This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And just in time your head is mine

And getting money is the song i sing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Out of this coviction of feelings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But you hate them navel kisses

Raybands...hide the face of,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental