This is a song about "Mother mary jones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Fuck fame, fuck money

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

Through all the rain and the pain

Is this fuckin mary jane

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

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

, if u called her in advance, and did the dance of mary

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Make me another brother

Mary jane is my mother