This is a song about "Callum jones"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree