This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Of potential cases

Ass shots is a plus

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five