This is a song about "Kitbag jones"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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