This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Feeling, of appealing

Money ain't a thing

The things im most scared of

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Cause america the terror of,

Then i said i had enough

Return of the king of flow

I'm rolling down the window

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Hop in and let me test drive

Of the book of your life

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Beaches of normandy.

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal