This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of immortality

Hopin' that my niggas see

Cause america the terror of,

Cause my thing something vicious

Of being of always getting wired

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

But you can't hide

Out of mind out of sight

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

With a note there and im thinking of reading