This is a song about "Alex jones"

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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