This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Of potential cases

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car