This is a song about "Nick jones"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Killing these niggas off quick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Now you got me hopped up on that

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.