This is a song about "Billy jones"

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

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

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

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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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