This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of mind out of sight

Must be a lady in tha light

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Cause america the terror of,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Return of the king of flow

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that