This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Hope all over again, we can start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Cause america the terror of,

Thoughts of immortality

God mc oh my god you gotta see