This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Top of my pile of bodies

Beaches of normandy.

But make sure if they do see

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of immortality

Lord knows you've been busy

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Out of this coviction of feelings

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators