This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Here i go again, searching for love

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

From the time that you stole my heart

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

What's the deal with the nets though

Return of the king of flow

Of potential cases

And i need you to show me love