This is a song about "Raymone jones"

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

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

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably