This is a song about "Butch jones"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

To move along, it's even harder

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly