This is a song about "Laquisha jones"

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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