This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

This one right here for polo

Return of the king of flow

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A working genius, a work of art

And i need you to show me love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Cause america the terror of,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Top of my pile of bodies

I say "stay", she wanna leave

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving