This is a song about "Spencer jones"

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

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

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way