This is a song about "Kitbag jones"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

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

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way