This is a song about "Hugh jones"

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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 speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

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

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Snappin bingers on my lawn, we can blaze all day (hugh?)/

A raw savage from a zoo shelter, like hugh hefner i keep it up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut