This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Thoughts of immortality

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Out of mind out of sight

New school, old school outside

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Of being of always getting wired

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard