This is a song about "Butch jones"

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

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

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks