This is a song about "Opie jones"

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

I got something you've been waiting for

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

I put some cash in ya pocket

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