This is a song about "Opie jones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Another love song about shit

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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