This is a song about "Hayley jones"

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

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her