This is a song about "Opie jones"

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

Wit my kin that i came in wit

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young