This is a song about "Opie jones"

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

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks