This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Lets come up to my city

Thoughts of immortality

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Promise me you won't step out of line

They bringing me fish and chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that