This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Beaches of normandy.

Hey, must be the money

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

Return of the king of flow

My ambition to blow

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Raybands...hide the face of,

But you hate them navel kisses

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Feeling, of appealing

Or the chick leaving