This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Of being of always getting wired

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I’m tryna be low key

Beaches of normandy.

Raybands...hide the face of,

And i can't help but notice