This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Of which im not exactly proud of,

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

The things im most scared of

Then i said i had enough

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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