This is a song about "Bruce jones"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Bruce willis is nothin compared to my enhanced scams

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Chilling in my mansion bruce wayne/

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I'm so fresh bruce had to let me have a guest spot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

But try'n 2b more mild mannered than bruce wayne

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

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