This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Raybands...hide the face of,

All we need is convienient love

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

From the time that you stole my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Thoughts of immortality

They say nothings ever free

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Out of mind out of sight

My uncle pulled me to the side