This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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

Raybands...hide the face of,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

King of the va, off of those toxins.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes