This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

That would be enough

The things im most scared of

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Let me rideuntil i get free

Thoughts of immortality

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Of being of always getting wired

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit