This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

The things im most scared of

Wood chain with a jesus

Thoughts of immortality

This is like riding through the city

Cause america the terror of,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Where i'm from they is ruthless

A working genius, a work of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Raybands...hide the face of,

I'm breathing for a purpose

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings