This is a song about "Indiana jones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

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

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

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