This is a song about "Davy jones"

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

See, i like the person that you are

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

So slim davy please call up your mum

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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