This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

They say nothings ever free

Thoughts of immortality

Know it good when she go no hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of this coviction of feelings

Double m g forever though

Return of the king of flow

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Of potential cases

But you hate them navel kisses