This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Cause america the terror of,

I think found where your mind was

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Of the book of your life

Then put it into sex drive

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Out of this coviction of feelings

We don't ever make love

The things im most scared of

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car