This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Hey, must be the money

Beaches of normandy.

Why not me the same thing

Feeling, of appealing

The things im most scared of

Is you big enough

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything

Return of the king of flow

Once upon a time not long ago

You feel it from your head to your toes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators