This is a song about "Darrick jones"

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//

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

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

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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