This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

And now it's clear as this promise

Of which im not exactly proud of,

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Cause america the terror of,

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Thoughts of immortality

Ye too, but what em did was silly

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Beaches of normandy.

Took my heart away from money