This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Out of this coviction of feelings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

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

Of potential cases

And panned out, i'm all in love

Thoughts of immortality

On they twitter writing novels, see

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything