This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

The game of love

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Cause america the terror of,

Here i go again, searching for love

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Feeling, of appealing

I'm doing the same thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything

Return of the king of flow

Maybe we just need to slow

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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