This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Return of the king of flow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Of the book of your life

This is how she want to live

Hey, must be the money

Beaches of normandy.

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential