This is a song about "My jason"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Grab my knife and my gun

I told him get his 9 and run

There's a war with this nigga jason

He been waiting for his connection to come

And make the same face on every play like jason kidd

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Close your eyes for freddy but open em for jason,say my name five times fats and its me