This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of potential cases

Return of the king of flow

Maybe we just need to slow

Cause if you run the light

Out of mind out of sight

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

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Thoughts of immortality

Feeling, of appealing

I do the right thing

Of being of always getting wired

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Of which im not exactly proud of,