This is a song about "Raymone jones"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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,

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 put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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

And that's jay line i had to quote that