This is a song about "Jacob jones"

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I'm doing shit i never might of did

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

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

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