This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

But that was only one time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Of being of always getting wired

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Top of my pile of bodies

Steal your love with ease

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Feeling, of appealing

Lord knows you've been busy

Thoughts of immortality