This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of mind out of sight

Which you know i'm different, right

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause america the terror of,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Out of this coviction of feelings

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

She can make a pimp fall in love

The things im most scared of