This is a song about "Kappa jones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Kappa came crazy, he done upset me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,