This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

But make sure if they do see

Beaches of normandy.

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

About the way i'm feeling

Feeling, of appealing

Wood chain with a jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz