This is a song about "Liam jones"

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,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

When you about me disengaged from liam youll act crazy til your man leaves you too,

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

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

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip