This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Of the book of your life

Hop in and let me test drive

Shades: lv was a little dough

Return of the king of flow

The things im most scared of

Is there any love

Westside, bitch i run mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Of being of always getting wired

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential