This is a song about "Liam jones"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

And i got 'em every day, every day

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

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

See i let my nigga split that

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

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