This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

So let 'em chase love

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

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

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special