This is a song about "Andrew jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men