This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

Always knew where the pot was

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

3 times, show me your peace sign

Out of mind out of sight

And if i want to go outside

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Thoughts of immortality