This is a song about "Nick jones"

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for