This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Thoughts of immortality

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

The things im most scared of

And what i done just ain't enough

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

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Of being of always getting wired

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work