This is a song about "Darrick 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,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

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

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

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

I know the world been waiting for that

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money