This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

She never ready to go so she forever come

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Cause my thing something vicious

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

That's how we make it right

Out of mind out of sight