This is a song about "Jar"

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

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

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

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

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in