This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Of being of always getting wired

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ships that sail to distant places

I can taste the salt from my tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Out of this coviction of feelings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows