This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Take her on a long ride

Out of mind out of sight

Top of my pile of bodies

I give bitches dick and leave

Thought this was forever love

Raybands...hide the face of,

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Hopin' that my niggas see

Beaches of normandy.

We raiders of the lost ark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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