This is a song about "Raymone jones"

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

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

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

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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