This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Return of the king of flow

Got it matching though

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause there'll never be peace

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But you hate them navel kisses

Cause america the terror of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose