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

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

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

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

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

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her