This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Top of my pile of bodies

Five shots she ready to leave

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

In time we learned to live a life of crime

I feel my work ain't enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

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

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Raybands...hide the face of,

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears