This is a song about "Layla marie jones"

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit