This is a song about "Jason skube"

And make the same face on every play like jason kidd

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

These niggas chasing like jason, but i'll stay chopping steady.

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

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

As for jason - thought he was adjacent to jason when it came to crazed

All i need is a kilo, an apron

Machete to your face, jason

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy