This is a song about "Fat jason"

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

These niggas chasing like jason, but i'll stay chopping steady.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Machete to your face, jason

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

See i let my nigga split that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

You gotta let these shits go, man

Joeamam a big fat fan