This is a song about "Toby jones"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

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

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

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