This is a song about "Raymone 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

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,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done