This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

These haters hope i hurry up and die

My nigga, its all love

Of potential cases

Feeling, of appealing

I was born to do the damn thing

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators