This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

Feeling, of appealing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Raybands...hide the face of,

I'm breathing for a purpose

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Return of the king of flow

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.