This is a song about "Indiana jones"

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

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

I just wanna be higher than that