This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

Or now they don't praise enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Thoughts of immortality