This is a song about "Toby jones"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Can't win with a passive attack

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

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,

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

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