This is a song about "Jason de dios"

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Got lean, rose, patron

Machete to your face, jason

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy