This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

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

Return of the king of flow

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Out of this coviction of feelings

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

My criteria ain't even that serious

Cause america the terror of,

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice