This is a song about "Noah crawford"

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Catch noah and the arch for the rapture

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Bruce willis is nothin compared to my enhanced scams

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

They say i talk like im god body

Prince williams ain’t do it right if you ask me

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today