This is a song about "Jar"

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Like i was trapped in jar but then i met my homie karn