This is a song about "Jason verhreese"

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

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

Machete to your face, jason

Something wicked this way come

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

So close your eyes for freddy, but open them for jason, say my name 5 times