This is a song about "Oliver moore"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I verbally murder y'all like marsh, but y'all are mellow

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks