This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

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

Out of this coviction of feelings

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Ships that sail to distant places

Raybands...hide the face of,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Why not me the same thing

Feeling, of appealing

Cause america the terror of,

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus