This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

Out of mind out of sight

And you're approaching me right

Of being of always getting wired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Cause america the terror of,

And what i done just ain't enough

Beaches of normandy.

Hopin' that my niggas see

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She likes the way it hits her lips

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

The time is now, on everything