This is a song about "Dake 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

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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