This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

The things im most scared of

I feel my work ain't enough

So while you worry about the hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Top of my pile of bodies

I was born to do the damn thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Ima keep that on the low

Return of the king of flow

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

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar