This is a song about "Laquisha jones"

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

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes