This is a song about "Jason s tapeline"

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy