This is a song about "Laquisha jones"

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

But you're loving mine i am the shit

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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 every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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