This is a song about "Hunter jones"

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

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

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

May just gon' bring hobo back

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet 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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby