This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause time is money

Beaches of normandy.

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Of being of always getting wired

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

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

Feeling, of appealing

But he don't rule a thing

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

You other brothers can’t deny

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Then i said i had enough

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