This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

This is how she want to live

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Return of the king of flow

You know i be teasing, though

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

They bringing me fish and chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Got a nigga seein things

King of the va, off of those toxins.