This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of being of always getting wired

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

If you ain't about money

Beaches of normandy.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of potential cases

Return of the king of flow

In the club like fuck it, though