This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause there could never be peace

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And i can't help but notice

Of which im not exactly proud of,