This is a song about "Andrew jones"

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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