This is a song about "Spencer jones"

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

I maybe funny but i'm always taking money, plus i ain't throwing jokes,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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,

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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