This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

And my wish is to have everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Out of mind out of sight

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Chasing money in the city of crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Cause some of you bitches funny

Beaches of normandy.

The things im most scared of

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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