This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Beaches of normandy.

But make sure if they do see

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.