This is a song about "Layla marie jones"

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that