This is a song about "Ryan jones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

Whats up, my name is ryan,

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

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

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Down the ryan, in a scion

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see