This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Cause america the terror of,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of immortality

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Took my heart away from money

Beaches of normandy.