This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Cause america the terror of,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Wood chain with a jesus

Return of the king of flow

Ran outside to see the big show

Beaches of normandy.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause there could never be peace

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

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