This is a song about "Mason jars"

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Paul mason is faster than you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one