This is a song about "Mason jars"

Paul mason is faster than you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

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

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