This is a song about "Nick jones"

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

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

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

He dont want the diamonds

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay