This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

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

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Thoughts of immortality

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Hey, must be the money

Beaches of normandy.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Raybands...hide the face of,

I'm breathing for a purpose

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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