This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I'm doing the same thing

Feeling, of appealing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Top of my pile of bodies

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six