This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

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

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Hopin' that my niggas see

Thoughts of immortality

Out of this coviction of feelings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Always knew where the pot was

Cause america the terror of,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai