This is a song about "Kitbag jones"

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

And my momma keep smoking that shit

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

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

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

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody