This is a song about "Opie 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,

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy