This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Feeling, of appealing

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Of potential cases

Return of the king of flow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

She say she love me more than anything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing