This is a song about "Bad song about the name jason"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

"you already wrote the gay song

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

And we don't know no right from wrong

We at the top where we belong

Instead of singin' the same song

This is the end of my fucking song

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

We're about to fuck, but my luck turns bad when the cops bust in,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission