This is a song about "Harrison 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,

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison