This is a song about "Jar jar"

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

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don