This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And what i done just ain't enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And now that i’m getting money

Beaches of normandy.