This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

They bringing me fish and chips

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Feeling, of appealing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Cause, i need that one good time

Trying to get back to this thing called love

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