This is a song about "Indiana jones"

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

See i let my nigga split that

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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