This is a song about "Jason"

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

There's a war with this nigga jason

Close your eyes for freddy but open em for jason,say my name five times fats and its me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Call me jason, cause opposites act like its friday the 13th, bad for life/