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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Got my foot on the gas

And when it come to the cash

Put my foot in your casket

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip