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

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

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

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,