This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Return of the king of flow

Then take it down slow

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

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Thoughts of immortality

Hopin' that my niggas see

Raybands...hide the face of,

We don't ever make love

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings