This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Thoughts of immortality

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

She can make a pimp fall in love

Of potential cases

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Here i go again, searching for love

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,