This is a song about "Julio jones"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

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

Tell me who's in control? not julio

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Your a man whore julio gonzalez

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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