This is a song about "Bob 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,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby