This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

A break from what you hearing

Feeling, of appealing

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

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

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

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Out of this coviction of feelings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Of potential cases

Mm got the masses

Return of the king of flow

You know i be teasing, though

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired