This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

The things im most scared of

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Out of this coviction of feelings

Not king james, these were coke kings

Show me that it's alright

Out of mind out of sight

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check