This is a song about "Ltc jones"

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

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