This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

The things im most scared of

And i need you to show me love

It ain't nothing though

Return of the king of flow

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause america the terror of,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

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

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Top of my pile of bodies

But in the meantime it's lights please