This is a song about "Pacman jones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

I'm a dogyeah, yeah i rap harder

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

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

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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,