This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

Top of my pile of bodies

Raybands...hide the face of,

All we need is convienient love

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Of potential cases

Thought this was forever love