This is a song about "Myron jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

This is like love, that you can never get

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

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

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