This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

She likes the way it hits her lips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

I can taste the salt from my tears

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Of being of always getting wired

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Guess they ran out of options

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Feeling, of appealing

Or the chick leaving

I miss you at my recent show

Return of the king of flow

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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