This is a song about "Alec jones"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

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