This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

Thoughts of immortality

God mc oh my god you gotta see

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Top of my pile of bodies