This is a song about "Nick jones"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Small, but you talkin' big

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

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

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab