This is a song about "Freddy vs jason"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Get in a fight with freddy and win

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

Machete to your face, jason

Cold, my style making my nose run