This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

All we need is convienient love

Cause america the terror of,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything

Thoughts of immortality

Ye too, but what em did was silly

Time ain't on her side

Out of mind out of sight

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Five shots she ready to leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Beaches of normandy.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth