This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Out of mind out of sight

Always strap so i was alright

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

The things im most scared of

Niggas talk with limited service

I try not to obey them at anytime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I think found where your mind was

Of potential cases