This is a song about "Jones bottles"

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

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

You gotta help me out

Bottles be popping around

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Now don’t it sound legendary

But the pill bottles are 8empty

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

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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