This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of potential cases

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Focus let me show you the light

Out of mind out of sight

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

3 times, show me your peace sign

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Thoughts of immortality

This is like riding through the city

Ships that sail to distant places

Cause america the terror of,