This is a song about "Ltc jones"

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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 stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

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

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks