This is a song about "Jones bbq and foot massage"

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Everybody finger point in your direction

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

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

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes