This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Summertime in the city

Thoughts of immortality

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

You reflect in this heart of mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Cause america the terror of,

And i need you to show me love

The things im most scared of

Then i said i had enough