This is a song about "Butch 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,

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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