This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

They say nothings ever free

Beaches of normandy.

Of potential cases

Is there any love

Raybands...hide the face of,

But you hate them navel kisses

Out of mind out of sight

But we having sex tonight

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing