This is a song about "Bob jones"

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

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes