This is a song about "Jason durelo"

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

There's a war with this nigga jason

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I'ma pack a mac when i crack your back. wear a jason mask and shoot a

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Jason voorhees freddy kruger doesnt matter give me more

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Or i'll come break ya back dressed up in a jason mask,