This is a song about "Darrick jones"

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

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

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

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

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