This is a song about "Pacman jones"

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for