This is a song about "Spencer jones"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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