This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

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

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

And just in time your head is mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

The things im most scared of

See i'm breathing for a purpose