This is a song about "Ms jones"

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

So i can understand police victims

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's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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 be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

And all that deep shit i was previously down for