This is a song about "Curtis 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,

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

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

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

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

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

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

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from