This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Top of my pile of bodies

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause we been off them slave ships

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

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

The things im most scared of

Wood chain with a jesus

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Westside, bitch i run mine

Hopin' that my niggas see

Thoughts of immortality

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators