This is a song about "Mitch jones"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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