This is a song about "Ltc jones"

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

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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