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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Top of my pile of bodies

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Cause america the terror of,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

But that was only one time