This is a song about "I m in a rap battle against jason"

I was stuntin last night, won a rap battle fight

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

A real rap disaster, if you really wanna battle me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Rap is a religious battle,

She caught up in my love triangle

Me and my microphone could be one

There's a war with this nigga jason

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Or i'll come break ya back dressed up in a jason mask,