This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

The things im most scared of

I feel my work ain't enough

Of being of always getting wired

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

Out of mind out of sight

Don't worry just done get inside

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie