This is a song about "Jones boys"

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one