This is a song about "Billy 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,

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

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

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

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

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

Straight off the block with it stepping out that chevrolet