This is a song about "Opie jones"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

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

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby