This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Always knew where the pot was

Of potential cases

Beaches of normandy.

Fuck that now trying get the money

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Out of this coviction of feelings

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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