This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I got plans tonight

Out of mind out of sight

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Then i said i had enough

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause there could never be peace

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks