This is a song about "Officer jar"

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

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

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Ok i see officer please let me explain

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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