This is a song about "Mason jars"

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Paul mason is faster than you

Raised by a momma who, who

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young