This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Play hard to get, females get jealous

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Thoughts of immortality

Hopin' that my niggas see

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Of being of always getting wired

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Cause america the terror of,

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai