This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

The things im most scared of

Or now they don't praise enough

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Just another product of this matrix

Of being of always getting wired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are