This is a song about "Jar"

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion