This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Not likely like stay long please

Top of my pile of bodies

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Got a nigga seein things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Return of the king of flow

In the club like fuck it, though

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Raybands...hide the face of,

And i need you to show me love

Always knew where the pot was

Of potential cases

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit