This is a song about "Raymone jones"

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

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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