This is a song about "Officer jar"

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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 am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Ok i see officer please let me explain