This is a song about "Jones"

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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//

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Now that little pre cum gone be having me swollen

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