This is a song about "Raymone jones"

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby