This is a song about "Hunter jones"

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

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

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

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

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely