This is a song about "Myron jones"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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