This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of mind out of sight

I will be by your side

Of potential cases

See boy she been in love

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of immortality

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Top of my pile of bodies

I give bitches dick and leave