This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Left side, left side

Out of mind out of sight

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life

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

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

For years like their degree

Thoughts of immortality

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai