This is a song about "Kitbag 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,

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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

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

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

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip