This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Return of the king of flow

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show