This is a song about "Hayley jones"

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And my momma keep smoking that shit

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

And then along came the wrong man for her

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