This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And now these hoes are on my line

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

Of the book of your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Of potential cases

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

Beaches of normandy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time