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,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby