This is a song about "Myron jones"

The race war, when it's us against all of them

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy