This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And now it's clear as this promise

Out of this coviction of feelings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Of being of always getting wired

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Of potential cases

On the slow jam of love

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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