This is a song about "Myron jones"

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

And isaiah say one day your time will come

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

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

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

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