This is a song about "Jason de dios"

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

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

Machete to your face, jason

They like talk to em young