This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Would look at us all the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Return of the king of flow

At this love thing toe to toe

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Beaches of normandy.

Fuck fame, fuck money

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz