This is a song about "Kitbag jones"

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

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

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit