This is a song about "Jason skube"

Machete to your face, jason

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

You know me and my whole squad we so committed

And make the same face on every play like jason kidd

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

There's a war with this nigga jason

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son