This is a song about "Toby jones"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Now i gotta explain to toby blain you're insane

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

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

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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,