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.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of being of always getting wired

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I give bitches dick and leave

Top of my pile of bodies

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing