This is a song about "Mitch jones"

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

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

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

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Ambitious like tony or mitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch