This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Of being of always getting wired

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause america the terror of,

Always knew where the pot was

This is how she want to live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Raybands...hide the face of,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This for my niggas that really rap hard