This is a song about "Nick jones"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes