This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

People love hodgy i hate you though

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Here i go again, falling in love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.