This is a song about "Temple of jones"

My rhymes from the temple

As i light one for ill will

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

No sequel iron at ya temple