This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Guess that means you can never be mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

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

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

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Top of my pile of bodies

So if you wanna leave

Of being of always getting wired

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I wouldn't be famous

Of potential cases

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick