This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Of being of always getting wired

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

They bringing me fish and chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Ran outside to see the big show

Return of the king of flow

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart