This is a song about "Alex jones"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

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

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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