This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Of potential cases

Hop off the bus

The things im most scared of

Niggas talk with limited service

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Return of the king of flow

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard