This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I feel my work ain't enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

The things im most scared of

Cause this nigga done got jealous

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Out of this coviction of feelings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level