This is a song about "Jason brett fag whine famrle"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Californication, nah this is acidification, and i'm jason

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Go ahead whine and sit you ain't shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

And i got that bait, they all bad

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

Machete to your face, jason

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

To get them niggas while they laid back