This is a song about "Kitkat jones"

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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

If i should die before i wake

Take a kitkat take a break,

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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