This is a song about "Alec jones"

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

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

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

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes