This is a song about "Curtis jones"

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see