This is a song about "Indiana jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

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