This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

Of the book of your life

I used to have a nine to five

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

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

Who real bitches check me out though

Return of the king of flow

Cause america the terror of,

And what i done just ain't enough

Top of my pile of bodies

Inferior, but i'm nice

I got plans tonight

Out of mind out of sight

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds