This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I'm never faded though

Return of the king of flow

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

The things im most scared of

Then i said i had enough

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.