This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Niggas say i'm loco

Return of the king of flow

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Here i go again, falling in love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Cause america the terror of,