This is a song about "Caleb jones"

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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,

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

I'm doing shit i never might of did

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