This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Cause america the terror of,

Beaches of normandy.

What them tippers don't see

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A working genius, a work of art

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Return of the king of flow

One time for the 305, though