This is a song about "Ltc jones"

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

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

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

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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