This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Top of my pile of bodies

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of immortality

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth