This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Hey, must be the money

Beaches of normandy.

Feeling, of appealing

I'm doing the same thing

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star