This is a song about "Super billy jones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Double double super size

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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,

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

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby