This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause time is money

Beaches of normandy.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

She likes the way it hits her lips

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit