This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Out of this coviction of feelings

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Out of mind out of sight

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

On the slow jam of love

The things im most scared of

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Why not me the same thing

Feeling, of appealing