This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

You got that indie glow

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Of being of always getting wired

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Always knew where the pot was

Cause america the terror of,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

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

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far