This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Of potential cases

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Know it good when she go no hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Beaches of normandy.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Mama made her pretty

Thoughts of immortality

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred