This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Of being of always getting wired

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Thoughts of immortality

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Beaches of normandy.

I’m tryna be low key

Return of the king of flow

Shades: lv was a little dough