This is a song about "Evan campbell"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop