This is a song about "Gotta take mask off"

I don't really gotta' take so long

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Got a mask some blood wont get off of that

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Death in the eyes and took off his mask just to find my face staring back me.

Poke out from behind her

Take money off waiver,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Industry lames, take off that box logo

You gotta take chances, stacking knowledge with advancements

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws