This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Thoughts of immortality

They lying on they jimmy

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go like i never seen a red light shine

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Of being of always getting wired

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators