This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Got it matching though

Return of the king of flow

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Of the book of your life

Take her back to where i live

Thoughts of immortality

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free