This is a song about "Andrew jones"

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then