This is a song about "Layla marie jones"

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

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

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

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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