At this point Jim Jones is practically interrupting himself with his own ad-libs, like he thinks the metatext of what he has to say is way, way more important than the actual rhymes. His subconscious gets more play than his straightforward intent—swear there's a part in there where he starts an ad-lib, then stops himself because he realizes rapping Jim is already talking. It's getting very confusing! The next step is cloning himself, so he always has another Jim around to narrate everything he says or thinks. Hopefully they will wear different colored t-shirts so we can tell them apart.