This is a song about "Jason think he is a gangster"

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

I never use a fork i always spoon her

There's a war with this nigga jason

Higher power where these verses from

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

All because he is white they think he can't rhyme, till he spit some shit

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,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Huh, i can't interpret her

And i'm like a gangster

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

I tend to think he went on a fucking vacation