This is a song about "Spencer jones"

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

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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