This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Is you big enough

The things im most scared of

Out of mind out of sight

You got to have your game tight

So let 'em chase love

Of potential cases

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Beaches of normandy.

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Now this is what i call an evening

Tired of feeling wired of dealing