This is a song about "Noah jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free