This is a song about "Mike jones"

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster