This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Of potential cases

And panned out, i'm all in love

Out of mind out of sight

Right side, right side

This is like love, that you can never get

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