This is a song about "Alec jones"

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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