This is a song about "Hunter jones"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

A dope rapper i'm a hunter in this place, a wonder in my case

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes