This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You got that indie glow

Return of the king of flow

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Out of this coviction of feelings

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

The things im most scared of

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Thoughts of immortality

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Raybands...hide the face of,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Of being of always getting wired

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard