This is a song about "Billy jones"

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

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

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

Whenever you tired i be right there beside, the pillow talk and confide, make your secrets all mine

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

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Me and billy got drunk, and shit, we really got into it,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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