This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Here i go again, searching for love

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

The things im most scared of

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Not king james, these were coke kings

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Out of mind out of sight

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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