This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of mind out of sight

And if i want to go outside

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Beaches of normandy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators