This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

All we need is convienient love

The things im most scared of

Raybands...hide the face of,

Here i go again, falling in love

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators