This is a song about "Mason jars"

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Paul mason is faster than you

What preceded was the clue

Your heart was false just like the words you said

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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