This is a song about "Hugh jones"

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

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

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

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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