This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Return of the king of flow

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar