This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Beaches of normandy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I shine, you shine, so we shine

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise