This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Out of mind out of sight

And i was the light

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

The things im most scared of

Rub the wood and ima show em love

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

For years like their degree

Thoughts of immortality