This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Niggas talk with limited service

The things im most scared of

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

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

And please never disrespect my set

Beaches of normandy.

Dc, man over money

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Thoughts of immortality

Mama made her pretty

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators