This is a song about "Jar"

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

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

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

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

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in