This is a song about "Jar"

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

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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