This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Beaches of normandy.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Just another product of this matrix

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Cause america the terror of,

I'm breathing for a purpose

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Top of my pile of bodies

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

So if i do call it's just a check

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car