This is a song about "Marcques jones"

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

I'mma sign that work and release that

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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