This is a song about "Alec jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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