This is a song about "Myron jones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say