This is a song about "Toby jones"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Then you're a witch could it get worse when i dissed toby in "it's on"

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Now i gotta explain to toby blain you're insane

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

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

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,

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks