This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Out of mind out of sight

These shows be packing tight

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing