This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Thoughts of immortality

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Of which im not exactly proud of,

All we need is convienient love

Of potential cases

I think found where your mind was

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

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Cause america the terror of,

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Tired of feeling wired of dealing