This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Raybands...hide the face of,

I think found where your mind was

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Cause america the terror of,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

I shine like something in the sky

Of which im not exactly proud of,

The long road to success is dangerous

Out of mind out of sight

Three times cause fate had my side

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start