This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

On behalf of the better half

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause america the terror of,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

Thoughts of immortality

Mama made her pretty