This is a song about "Martha stewart"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Everyone swallow this dick bitch i wrote high qaulity shit fucking rap kit make this fit fire is lit

Not even aquaman,i will clark kent on a daily and not plan it im on top and they cannot stand it

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

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