This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

And panned out, i'm all in love

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Out of this coviction of feelings

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Beaches of normandy.

Return of the king of flow

No, just put us on death row

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

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

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands