This is a song about "Layla marie jones"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Good love then i can do that for her

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

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

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

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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