This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Out of mind out of sight

Neither black nor white

Out of this coviction of feelings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Beaches of normandy.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life