This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

If you ain't about money

Beaches of normandy.

Cause america the terror of,

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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

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

Thoughts of immortality

What them tippers don't see