This is a song about "Billy jones"

I know we jumped of a bridge, and now billy ain't here,

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Is that the kid should prolly change my name to billy width

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

I knew deep inside baby girl would always be minepicked you up when you was 9, started out my life of crime

Flippin like a kilo/ im dippin like ur ken folk/ ur a hill billy rapper/ im killin this rhyme

Oh shit sorry billy, you guys know billy ray cyrus righy mileys dad who made her famous,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes