This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Out of this coviction of feelings

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

On behalf of the better half

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Thought this was forever love

Cause america the terror of,