This is a song about "Jason the gaygay"

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

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

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

And make the same face on every play like jason kidd

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period