This is a song about "Osmosis jones"

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

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

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,

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

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

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