This is a song about "Jason shaeffer"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Close your eyes for freddy but open em for jason,say my name five times fats and its me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

There's a war with this nigga jason

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,

If you wanted a date, don't come

Machete to your face, jason

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips