This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of immortality

Oh girl now don't be silly

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

That will be enough

The things im most scared of