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

Cause america the terror of,

But you hate them navel kisses

All we need is convienient love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Thoughts of immortality

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Out of this coviction of feelings

This is how she want to live

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Of which im not exactly proud of,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces