This is a song about "Mason jars"

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Paul mason is faster than you

I call em up, they might fall through

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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