This is a song about "Jar"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

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

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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