This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Out of this coviction of feelings

Of potential cases

And panned out, i'm all in love

The things im most scared of

She can make a pimp fall in love

Of the book of your life

Then put it into sex drive

Of being of always getting wired

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

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