This is a song about "Stephen jones"

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

One that could smash on stephen hawking or albert einstein.

Underground like stephen kings ''it'' / ill have ur girl feedin for this dick/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,