This is a song about "Mitch jones"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Ambitious like tony or mitch

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away