This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Of being of always getting wired

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Beaches of normandy.

I be gettin' money

The game of love

The things im most scared of

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And now these hoes are on my line

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts