This is a song about "Jim jones"

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free