This is a song about "Indiana jones"

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

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

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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