This is a song about "Ltc jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

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

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit