This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

A clever idea to take something they said

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Thoughts of immortality

Raybands...hide the face of,

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,