This is a song about "Jones"

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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//

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

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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