This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

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

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

Were running wild tonight

Out of mind out of sight

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Of being of always getting wired

But he don't rule a thing

Feeling, of appealing

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

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