This is a song about "Dake jones"

Super magic, abracadabra kid

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money