This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

Call me whatever joe

Of which im not exactly proud of,

She can make a pimp fall in love

Oh girl now don't be silly

Thoughts of immortality

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Raybands...hide the face of,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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