This is a song about "Pacman jones"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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