This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Of the book of your life

Feeling, of appealing

I'm doing the same thing

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Cause america the terror of,

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard