This is a song about "Nick jones"

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

But they say we ain't big

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I'm so damn quick they you would rather stick to that boy nick

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

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