This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thought this was forever love

Of potential cases

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Return of the king of flow

I miss you at my recent show

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving

Cause america the terror of,

And what i done just ain't enough

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard