This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Return of the king of flow

Your last man was semi pro

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Had i not been exposed to these things

And i need you to show me love

Of potential cases

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts