This is a song about "Darrick jones"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

And i got 'em every day, every day

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks