This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Top of my pile of bodies

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Return of the king of flow

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Of potential cases

That's why i shine like i does

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Thoughts of immortality

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Out of this coviction of feelings

February cold as my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard