This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

Of being of always getting wired

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

No wonder why when times get hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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