This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Out of this coviction of feelings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

3 times, show me your peace sign

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

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

Cause america the terror of,

I think found where your mind was

Out of mind out of sight

Walk blind into a line or fight

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Know it good when she go no hands