This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

Or now they don't praise enough

I be gettin' money

Beaches of normandy.

Thought this was forever love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Out of mind out of sight

Me and you i think we should ride

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes