This is a song about "Layla marie jones"

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

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

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,

Straight off the block with it stepping out that chevrolet

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

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

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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