This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ha, in your loophole though

Return of the king of flow

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Know it good when she go no hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

Of being of always getting wired

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Thoughts of immortality

I delete they history

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Top of my pile of bodies

Cuz you gon' chase cheese