This is a song about "Jason the gaygay"

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I let you know you dealing with dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

But my plan is to show you that i understand

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

He just pass the patron

Machete to your face, jason