This is a song about "Jones boys"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Nas told me life's a bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

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

With only two songs, look at what i did