This is a song about "Dawson jones"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

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

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

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

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