This is a song about "Billy jones"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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