This is a song about "Jar jar binx"

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

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

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

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

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor