This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Out of mind out of sight

Take her on a long ride

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

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

You shook my world and it felt apart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Let's have a toast for this new love

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