This is a song about "Kappa jones"

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I lost the second time around with kappa 'cause i was too eager.

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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