This is a song about "Jason de dios"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

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

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously