This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

Got that deep love

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Thoughts of immortality

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

So here i am at the store for some chips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Out of this coviction of feelings

Always knew where the pot was

Of potential cases

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are