This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Of being of always getting wired

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing