This is a song about "Ben jones"

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done