This is a song about "Spencer jones"

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

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

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see