This is a song about "Jones"

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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