This is a song about "Ltc jones"

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

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

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her