This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Out of this coviction of feelings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Of potential cases

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

The things im most scared of

I'm breathing for a purpose

You should spend the night

Out of mind out of sight

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators