This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Lord knows you've been busy

Thoughts of immortality

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

What them tippers don't see

Beaches of normandy.

Of which im not exactly proud of,

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life