This is a song about "Jar jar binks"

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

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

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

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

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space