This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

Niggas talk with limited service

I’m tryna be low key

Thoughts of immortality

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits