This is a song about "Jones brother s"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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 came back and the fuckers killed brother

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'll get in your brother,

I’ll never use a rubber

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,