This is a song about "Officer jar"

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Ok i see officer please let me explain

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

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

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

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

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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