This is a song about "Myres mask"

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

The world's mask of sanity, has started slipping.

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Got a mask some blood wont get off of that

When i find a mask practical

I'm modest, and humble

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Mask on.....im....bout to jack yall like a tire change..best around,

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors