This is a song about "Jar"

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

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

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