This is a song about "Ltc jones"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play