This is a song about "Andrew jones"

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

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

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

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