This is a song about "Mandy jones hey baby"

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

I got to be your baby

Or you'll drive me crazy

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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

And i know love me baby

What them tippers don't see

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

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Hey baby this ones only for you

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree