This is a song about "Kitkat jones"

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,

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

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

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

The race war, when it's us against all of them

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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