This is a song about "Alec jones"

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

And then along came the wrong man for her