This is a song about "Harrison jones"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

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

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

And there's little to be glad for

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

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

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby